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Before I let you go whoa
(They don't want to see me win they don't want to see me ballin')
But now you're just a memory
(Yeah)
(They don't want to see me winnin' they don't want to see me ballin')
Don't mistake my cries for cries of sympathy

I'ma make this money and you gon' watch me
Nigga and I keep the Glock in case they try to run up
I be quick to pop a nigga run down, face him, bang, bang
And now he on the stretcher and you can't save him
Even if they paid you, 'cause lil' bro walked down and faced him

Tryna up the sco', ain't with all that internet
I just took a nigga pole
Moe, he got the .30 hop out ready, let it blow
Tee she got the wheel high speed chase we gettin' away fasho
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Hop out, four-masked individuals hop out blowin' ready to kill you

And I might sound off beat I ain't worried, 'cause this too real
Amy ass a bitch, I see the bitch, I shoot to kill
"Get up close and walk him down" that's what BayBay said for real
Tell that bitch, I miss her, slide on opps before I leave, I kiss her

I don't even know what I'm saying right now
'Cause right now, I'm just playin' around
But I want one of these niggas to play
Cock back, shoot, and I hit in his face
Wish my dawg was here, lately, I been feelin' so alone
And I know they want us dead and gone, but I can never go

Gotta chase the bag and stack the cheese for me and all my bros
I don't love a hoe, but I love my bros
'Cause these hoes'll get me gone
Every time he pop out, that V, bitch, Vlone
And you on my dick, you keep on textin' me
Bitch, leave me alone
I'm a bad hoe fucker I'm a bad hoe getter I'm a bad hoe slutta
I be playin' mind games, she think I want her nigga
I just wanna fuck her and I know that I be wrong
Every day, admit I'm wrong
But that ain't gon' stop me from bein' a real nigga
And preachin' in all these songs
Oh, you a light-skinned, bad bitch and you ass, I might throw a bag
I can go and make some pain music but they ain't never feel my pain
They ain't never walk the rain
So they ain't really feelin' my pain (they ain't on gang)

Do the dash, through the rain my grandma got me, I know I won't crash
He poppin' pills, copin' with his pain might blow out his brain
I'm chasin' bags, you chasin' ass we won't be the same

I love my granny, she love me too miss that lady shit, got me sad
Ten minutes songs
Better than half of the shit that a niggas be speakin' on
Long Live Baby Dee
Long Live Tay-Tay
Man, I miss my niggas
Man, I miss my niggas

Hop inside the Vet and do the dash
And make these pussy niggas mad and I'm chasin' cash
It make you mad, I call it cash flow
And I robbed your brother, thought he was gangsta
But he a bad hoe
Man he a mad hoe turn around and shot at the lil' nigga
Now he a sad hoe
Told you about that playin' with my money
Bitch, bring my bag ho
LV duffel bag stuffed up with a hunnid racks
In other words, that's a "honey bun"
Come and join the winning team, I can make you hella munyun
Come and join the winning team, get you some lil' mun', hun'
(Comin' trim as hell ooh)

He said he comin' trim as hell
With that Glock, shoot a opps, he gon' prevail
AR-15, Hot Shells send yo ass straight to hell
Bet not lack inside that car boom, boom now you nailed

I'ma make this money and you gon' watch me
Nigga and I keep the Glock in case they try to run up
I be quick to pop a nigga run down, face him, bang, bang
And now he on the stretcher and you can't save him
Even if they paid you, 'cause lil' bro walked down and faced him

Tryna up the sco', ain't with all that internet
I just took a nigga pole
Moe, he got the .30 hop out ready, let it blow
Tee she got the wheel high speed chase we gettin' away fasho
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